Rusger Oneshots

No Thoughts Just Airborne

Title doesn't make sense, huh?

Fluff for the Demon and Werewolf AU :3

I hope you enjoy reading!

Smol warnings: 1) The food Russia will be eating might not be accurate, but I'm too tired to do research about it. 2) A lil bit of making out, If you would like to consume all fluff, just skip through a few paragraphs when you get to the part where Germany's eyes turn red. Idk I'm tired. 3) Do not imitate Germany's flying behavior unless you have wings or supernatural healing abilities. 

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Germany stomped into the kitchen where his human werewolf boyfriend was cooking his dinner, tail lashing left and right restlessly. If he didn't get some god damn change of scenery again soon he was going to scream.

"I think my wings are healed enough. I want to try to fly again. Can we go outside tonight?" He said quickly before Russia opened his mouth to ask. He was determined, and he was stronger now. 

"...you want to fly? Do you mean... you want to leave and go back to Hell?" 

"No! No, I want to stay here, with you, a while longer, but I just want to fly again. I'm bored in here." Germany said, very bluntly stating his boredom. Yes, Russia tried his best, bringing him things to keep him entertained in the house when he was alone, but it still wasn't enough. The books were all in his human language, Russia called it Cyrillic, and Germany couldn't understand them.

"But..." Russia started up, and Germany felt bad when he saw the hurt and confusion in his eyes. "We can go, are you sure you're properly healed?" 

He stepped closer to the human and pecked his cheek, nuzzling him lightly. "I'm sure. Please don't feel sad, it's nothing against you. I won't go back to Hell so soon, I just want to stretch them out and see if I can do it." Russia still looked worried, but he wrapped his arm around his shoulders and kissed his forehead anyway. "'m not sad, what gave you that idea-"

"You look sad." Germany teased lightly and leant against him, tail curling around his leg. "I promise I'll be careful. It'll be fine. And then after that I'll make out with you when we get back or something-"

His boyfriend laughed and put down the spoon he was holding in his left hand, resting it on his shoulder and turned him around to kiss him properly on the lips. He hummed into it and tilted his head to slot their mouths perfectly against each other, feeling warmth coming from Russia leaching into his own colder mouth. 

"We should go at midnight. Most of the people would be sleeping already and the guards usually don't patrol the route at that time." Russia mumbled against his lips when they separated. Germany hummed again in agreement, and slipped out of his grasp mischievously to hop back to his usual place in the living room. A squawk of betrayal and offense could be heard from the kitchen.

He grinned and hopped onto the couch, bouncing on it for a few seconds to gather momentum and then jumped onto the highest cupboard, perching there to stare at the wide view of the whole living room. He then crouched, and leaped halfway across the room onto the top of the fireplace, sprawling out on the warm bricks and staring at the ceiling.

"Why does it always have to be so cold heree..." Germany complained loudly when he heard Russia walk in, probably with his dinner in hand as he took a seat on the couch. He turned his head to the right to see him looking amused, eyes fixed on him. "What?"

"Free entertainment. I have a circus in my house. If we go out tonight, could you also stop leaping around my house like a monkey everyday?" Russia smiled, starting to eat.